The cold winter has passed, the spring rain is coming, the originally bare branches have grown buds overnight, and under the old tree on the top of the mountain, there is a short old man.

The weather is not very good, the fog is very big today, looking into the distance, it is white, I don't know if it is clouds or fog.

The maid who is responsible for taking care of the old man's living is standing not far away, the seasons change, it is slightly cool in the morning and evening, his ancestor's body is in the recovery period, or less cold, and when he grabbed a velvet robe and prepared to put it on the old man, suddenly someone descended from the clouds, and after seeing who came, the maid immediately said respectfully: "I have seen Ye Jing ancestor." ”

The person who came was Ye Jing, so he who was currently in charge of the overall situation of the Fallen Leaf Sect could come to visit in person, and the identity of the old man standing on the side of the mountain was about to come out.

Another ancestor of the Fallen Leaf Sect, Ye Che, who had just recovered and awakened.

Since there was no need to deliver food on Jinliu Peak, Jin Ming was transferred here by Ye Jing to take care of Ye Che's daily life, smiled and waved his hand at Jin Ming, Ye Jing took the velvet robe and walked to the side of the mountain.

Although Ye Che woke up, his body was still very weak and he couldn't move at all, and he was powerless in the past year and a half.

Seeing that the velvet robe put on for the old man was dragged down, Ye Jing sighed: "It's cold on the mountain, you wear more, now there are only two of us old bones left, pay more attention." ”

Ye Che didn't speak, didn't pick up the cold robe under his feet, the old man turned around slowly on the side of the mountain, broke some branches, and used the most primitive way to drill wood to make fire, the fire was reflected on the old man's face, very old.

Ye Jing also sat on the ground, adding some dead branches to the bonfire to make the fire burn longer and more vigorously, "Still angry with me?"

Ye Che stirred the bonfire with a branch and didn't speak.

"I know I blame me, but it's happened, there's no regret medicine to take, I'm a sinner in the Fallen Leaf Sect, I admit it. ”

Ye Che on the other side of the bonfire finally raised his head, "You all know that you blame you, and you want me to tell you something, this is your age, do you have to find a scolding?"

The old man is right, Ye Jing is looking for scolding, every day since Dong Nanyan left, Ye Jing is in pain and guilt, he really wants to find someone to scold him, the more ruthless the scolding, the better, so that the guilt in his heart can be released a little, otherwise if he continues to hold it like this, Ye Jing is really worried that he will regret and go crazy.

To Ye Jing's surprise, Ye Che didn't say a word, and after a long time, he sighed lightly, without scolding fiercely, but said quietly: "Since I learned about this, I have been thinking, why was it not you who was unconscious, but me?"

The bonfires were picked up by Ye Che and scattered on the side of the mountain.

"You also know that the two of us are old bones, Ye Jing, we are no longer the same age as we were when we were the strongest, look in the mirror and look at yourself, we are all in the last years, when you and I are not there, who will the Fallen Leaf Sect hand over, do you know?!"

Ye Che didn't point at Ye Jing's nose and scold, but pointed at his face, "I thank you, let me experience a deep brotherhood, just for me to be an old bone buried in a coffin with half a foot, you have cooled the heart of Master Dong's nephew, how can I have such a brother as you!"

Yin and Yang weirdness is more lethal than opening his mouth to scold, hearing Ye Che's sarcastic voice, Ye Jing's heart is like a knife, and he said bitterly: " At the beginning, all the evidence pointed to him, I didn't want to believe it in my heart, but I really couldn't find evidence that it wasn't him, I hope that the Fallen Leaf Sect has a master of Zhongxing who can be better than the blue, but I'm more afraid that he is a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed, now thinking about it later, if I could have thought more about it from his position and perspective, and gave him a little more trust, maybe things wouldn't have become the way they are now, although the result is still unknown, but it's better than now, I was wrong, I was really wrong. ”

Ye Jing's thoughts were in a mess, "It's useless to say more now, he left, I personally took him up the mountain, and I let him leave because of me, hahaha, the ups and downs of life have all made me catch up." ”

The Fallen Leaf Sect is still the Fallen Leaf Sect now, although it has suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the Sen Bone Domain, and the disciples and elders have suffered heavy casualties, which seems to hurt the muscles and bones, but in fact, it has lifted the hidden danger of the dark disease, and the endless grievances between the Forest Bone Domain have been resolved, if it weren't for the boy leaving the Fallen Leaf Sect, the Fallen Leaf Sect is actually the same as this season, it is a good time for the dead wood to meet the spring, but it is a pity that good things are difficult to come in pairs, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and there are too many unsatisfactory things.

Ye Che was secretly sad, and unconsciously, the old tears were all over the place, and two lines of tears fell from his cheeks, "Don't say it, don't say it, what's the use of saying this, if there is a regret medicine in the world to buy, how can there be anything in the world that is not satisfactory, unsatisfactory?"

Under the cover of clouds and mist, a mountain peak was faintly visible standing on the side, Ye Che stood up tremblingly, just like he had seen Jinliu Peak in the past, and said to himself: "Senior nephew Dong, can I see you again?"

Dong Nanyan, who was punching in the martial arts arena, yawned, the fist in front of him was turbulent like waves, Dong Nanyan withdrew with his back foot, stood still with his front foot, and slowly punched forward.

One punch stirs up a thousand waves!

The wave of fist gang qi retreated in an instant, and just as Dong Nanyan wanted to take a step closer, there was suddenly nothing in front of him, and then Song Jingxian's figure appeared here.

"Okay, you're barely qualified for this boxing technique I taught you, and there's no need to punch again. ”

The invincible punch just now only repelled one-third of the punch strength, and Dong Nanyan asked, "But there are still many people left." ”

The young man has exceeded her expectations, in Song Jingxian's heart, in terms of single-round talent, I am afraid that the girl in the family will be able to match Dong Nanyan in the future, Song Jingxian smiled: "You don't really think that I will let you knock down three thousand climbing realms with one punch, right?"

"Isn't it?"

Invincible Fist is mainly about meaning, not the strength of the fist, Song Jingxian was too lazy to answer Dong Nanyan, and took out a pocket flying sword with a seal inscription of "waist", "It can be regarded as a reward for you to clear the customs." ”

Taking the flying sword with both hands, Dong Nanyan changed the scenery in front of him and returned to his small courtyard again.

It's not strange to see this, to be able to take the young man away without showing up, and then appear quietly, after getting used to it, Hong Xu and the others have been able to do it without being shocked or sighing in their hearts, anyway, that woman's cultivation is unimaginable, so why do you want to think about it.

Hong Xu is tasting tea, this tea was brought from the storytelling building, a few days ago after Dong Nanyan's introduction, the old man and Ma sincerely hated to see each other late, at first sight, one mouthful of Ma brother, one mouth is Brother Hong, if it weren't for Dong Nanyan coughing twice, it is estimated that both of them can hook their shoulders and go to the backyard of the storytelling building to kill chickens and get blood and worship the handle.

The live fish in the basin are jumping around, He Yan has eaten the dishes cooked by Xu Yu himself, sighing deliciously, he is more curious about how to make delicious dishes, and he will go to the bookstore to learn from Xu Yu if he has nothing to do, so he has not been less affected by Tang Shubao's eyes, reminding his father Tang Shu to pay more attention to this guy, according to Tang Shubao's words, this guy is handsome, and he speaks well, one is not careful, maybe you will have to settle accounts under him in the future.

For this reason, Tang Shubao's head was knocked a lot, but when he also laughed and scolded his son for talking nonsense, Tang Shu really paid more attention to He Yan, so that the Yuanying monk who was in the streets and alleys couldn't cry or laugh, in order to avoid suspicion, even if He Yan was learning cooking during this time, he only went when Tang Shu and Xu Yu were in the restaurant together, so as not to let the man think too much.

The gentleman is far away from cooking, but I He Yan is not a gentleman, thinking about whether it is better to steam or braise tonight, He Yan slapped a knife on the head of the fish, hit the live fish on the board one by one, and then lay down straight.

Unlike Le Shengyang, who was sitting by the wall and flipping through the books, Elder Du would go to the well in Front Street every morning and evening to fetch two buckets of water, carefully carrying them with a flat pole and carrying them back on his shoulders, cautiously, for fear of spilling a drop or two of water.

The water source in this town is strange, it stands to reason that such a cold water, even if a cultivator drinks it, his body will freeze, and his internal organs will be cold, how can the mortals here withstand it?

Curiously brought up a bucket of water, after Elder Du drank it himself, his eyes lit up, and he noticed that although this water was cold and abnormal, it was not suitable for people to drink, but the water was mixed with an alternative breath, which invisibly offset the cold in the water, and it was indescribable, as if it opened another door for the old man who was proficient in the water method, so that he could immerse himself in it, and he would never tire of studying and evolving day and night.

Le Shengyang, who is flipping the book on the wall, is a water vein spirit, and he has a strange thing about the water in the town, which is earlier than Elder Du knows, but he is not very interested in it, since he got the "Journey to the Life Lake" written by the storyteller Tang Shu himself, Le Shengyang has become more and more energetic, and he read the book in one breath on the same day, and then over and over again, and today, the book is about to be turned over by him.

The story in "The Legend of the Reincarnation Lake" is very cliché, if Le Shengyang writes it, it is estimated that Le Shengyang can write a basket of storylines like this, so the stories in this book are not interesting, it is nothing more than the immortals supporting justice and eliminating demons for the people. The reason why Le Shengyang really turned the book over is because the story in this book is true, and the storyteller Tang Shu must have seen it with his own eyes, otherwise how could the scene of the immortal in this book being in charge of the heavenly thunder be described in such detail, so detailed that after Le Shengyang read it, the bottle barrier about Lei Fa was actually loosened!

Different from before, Dong Nanyan came back this time not empty-handed, but holding a pocket sword in both hands, Hong Xu put down the teacup and put down his cocked legs at the same time, his eyes narrowed, and he came to Dong Nanyan's side in small steps, "The young master is back, it seems that today on the road of cultivation, the young master is advancing by leaps and bounds." ”

has been with Hong Xu and them for a long time, Dong Nanyan is also a little used to Hong Xu's sycophants, although Song Jingxian is his master, but basically except for her who wants to see him, they are all Shenlong who sees the head but not the end, and there are just some questions that need to be asked, Dong Nanyan glanced at Hong Xu with a smile and asked, "There is one thing I want to ask Senior Hong for advice." ”

Hong Xu was flattered and said: "Young master, what are you talking about, don't say one thing, it is a hundred and thousands of pieces, and the old slave knows everything." ”

Dong Nanyan smiled bitterly in his heart, "Okay, Senior Hong, can we talk well, in this way, I can ask Mr. Le and them for advice." ”

Hong Xu coughed and cleared his throat, "The young master asked them what they were doing, don't look at He Yan and Le Shengyang, they seem to know a lot, but their age, can they compare to me? There is a saying at the foot of the mountain, there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure." ”

He Yan and Le Shengyang, who were busy making fish and flipping books, had long been accustomed to it, and they turned a deaf ear to it, and Elder Du was even more immersed in the water method, not knowing what Hong Xu was talking about at all.

Raising his eyes to the invincible opponents around him, Hong Xu smiled proudly in his heart and said, "Young master, please say it." ”

This matter can really only be consulted by Hong Xu and a few of them, Dong Yanyan held the pocket flying sword with the seal text as the "waist", and said softly: "Senior Hong, why can't this sword be put into my Qiankun bag, I have tried several times, and every time there is inexplicable resistance, I have not succeeded." ”

It turned out to be such a trivial matter, Hong Xu stroked his beard and smiled: "Young master, can you let me see this sword in your hand." ”

Dong Nanyan was not worried about what would happen to Hong Xu when he took the sword, so he handed the sword to Hong Xu, and Hong Xu took over and took a closer look, but he couldn't see the reason.

This flying sword is only the size of a palm, and the sword body is extremely slender, no wonder the seal on it is "waist", most likely because of this.

Just by looking at it this way, I can't tell what rank this sword is, but since it can't be put into the Qiankun bag, in addition to the problem of the sword, it may also be that there is a problem with the Qiankun bag itself, Hong Xu took out a gold silk woven pocket from his waist, and handed it to Dong Nanyan along with his waist, "Young master, try to use this Qiankun bag to hold this sword." ”

The Qiankun bag that Hong Xu handed over to him was obviously different from the one in Dong Nanyan's hand, and Dong Nanyan asked, "Senior Hong, is there any difference between your Qiankun bag and mine?"

"Young master, although they are all called Qiankun bags, there is a big difference. ”

Hong Xu explained to Dong Nanyan: "The so-called Qiankun bag is a bag of its own, which can be loaded with some items and utensils, easy to carry, and easy to take, this Qiankun is big and small, and the stability of the space inside is different, if the old slave is not mistaken, just like the Qiankun bag on your waist, it should be the kind with the narrowest space in the Qiankun bag, and it can't hold too many things, of course, if the grade of the thing is high enough, the small world inside may not be able to bear it, so it will have the meaning of rejection, resulting in you can't put things in." ”

"Senior Hong, is this sword too high-ranked, or is my Qiankun bag too small?"

Hong Xu said with a smile: "Just by seeing it with the naked eye, the old slave can't tell the difference, but since the thing is right in front of him, the young master will know if he tries it." ”

As if he had seen through Dong Yanyan's thoughts, Hong Xu took out a Qiankun bag with the same texture again, "Young master, you can rest assured that there are still a lot of old slaves here, and they are not valuable things." ”

In fact, what Hong Xu said was quite unconscionable, like the Qiankun bag made of gold thread in his hand, he only had these two, not necessarily filling the mountains and reclamation, but it is estimated that it is not a problem to put this Linanzhen into the bag.

"Okay, I'll return it to Senior Hong after I try it. ”

There is no need to recognize the owner of this kind of thing, and when he opened the Qiankun bag with a wisp of divine thought, just as Dong Nanyan wanted to put his "waist" into it, the same rejection as before reappeared.

The "waist" was already floating, and Hong Xu reminded: "Young master, there is no distraction, use the divine soul to fix the flying sword, and let the divine thoughts it follows go to the Qiankun bag." ”

Dong Nanyan shook his head and said: "No, it's still that feeling, they are mutually exclusive!"

How could there be any repulsion, even if this palm-sized flying sword is a high-grade spiritual treasure, this Qiankun bag can also carry it, Hong Xu pressed his palm on Dong Yanyan's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Young master, don't resist, let the old slave help you to collect this flying sword!"

The majestic qi machine like the sea came down from his shoulder, piercing the diaphragm that Dong Nanyan felt repulsed, and the flying sword in his palm swooped into the Qiankun bag.

Hong Xu withdrew his hand and smiled: "Isn't this a success!"

It seems that his skills are poor, and after Dong Nanyan figured out why he couldn't put in the flying sword, when he was about to take out the flying sword, the Qiankun bag that was tied tightly in his hand suddenly seemed to be deflated, and something fell out from under the ground and clanged.

"It's...!"

Le Shengyang, He Yan, and Elder Du put down the work in their hands and came here in an instant, among them, He Yan reacted the fastest, and pointed at the Qiankun bag that was shriveled and then rapidly expanded, and the true qi was suddenly wrapped in it, constantly compressing the Qiankun bag that was bulging like a balloon.

The Qiankun bag woven by the golden thread gradually disintegrated, and the space inside collapsed in He Yan's true qi, and all the items inside were crushed and shattered, all of which could not withstand the void squeeze, and none of them remained.

He Yan glared at Hong Xu, who was clubbed in place like a wooden man, fortunately, he controlled it in time before the Qiankun bag space collapsed, otherwise the distance was so close, Hong Xu and Dong Nanyan were the first to bear the brunt, Hong Xu could break free from the void, but Dong Nanyan may not be.

Fortunately, it didn't cause a big disaster, He Yan just complained about Hong Xu, and then his eyes showed surprise, looking at the pocket flying sword lying on the ground, and his heart was shocked.

"It can't even fit it in the Qiankun bag, the rank of this flying sword is unimaginable, could it be a high-grade spiritual treasure?"

"It's hard to say, Hong Xu's Qiankun bag can still carry a high-grade spiritual treasure, such a sharp sword blade can actually pierce a space, I'm afraid that the rank will go up..."

Further up is the best spiritual treasure, Elder Du has the heart to say that it is impossible, but thinking about the master who is difficult to speak, Elder Du feels that there is nothing impossible.

The Qiankun bag was shattered, as if he had watched a scene of the collapse of heaven and earth, Dong Nanyan said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Senior Hong, I've been blind to your things." ”

His mind was still guessing what the rank of the flying sword with the seal text of "waist" was, Hong Xu shook his head when he heard the words and said: "Where is it, young master, I don't blame you, it's a good luck!"

Elder Du's eyes were filled with water vapor, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his eyes were red against the background of water vapor.

Helplessly, Elder Du asked, "Young Master, is this what the seniors gave you?"

Dong Nanyan bent down and picked up the pocket flying sword from the ground, the predecessor in Elder Du's mouth was his master Song Jingxian, Dong Nanyan nodded and said, "It was given to me by the master today." ”

That's in the past.

He Yan blew away the residual ashes in the air, and said with a smile: "It looks like a baby, young master, you have to keep it." ”

If it was placed in the past, if he saw this kind of treasure that the Qiankun bag couldn't accept elsewhere, Hong Xu didn't mind smashing the other party's head, and then snatched the treasure and left, but with the old man's current state of mind, he was more worthy of the word pure and void, just glanced at the "waist" in Dong Nanyan's hand, Hong Xu sat back in place, while sipping tea, he regretted the Qiankun bag.

Le Shengyang leaned against the wall again, looking like a cow baby herding cattle for the rich man's family stealing time to read, that serious look made Dong Yanyan wonder if Tang Shu had made up some new story.

It was noon, just after practicing boxing, Dong Nanyan had seen the sharpness of the "waist", and he didn't dare to put it in his arms, so he had to put it on the table in the room first and cover it with cotton cloth to avoid dust.

There was nothing to do now, Dong Nanyan moved a stool and sat next to He Yan, and asked the "chef" who had been working on it for the past few days: "Do you want me to help you?"

He Yan was not polite, after disemboweling the live fish, he still needed to rinse the fish, without using the slightest aura or divine sense, He Yan cut onions, ginger and garlic, and the knife work was even more brilliant than Xu Yu, "Trouble young master, you wash the fish for me, just when the young master's water science is tested, if not, I have to talk about Elder Du when I go back and see how he taught." ”

In addition to practicing boxing in the past few days, Dong Nanyan has learned some "small skills" from these four Yuanying Realm monks in his spare time, controlling the thunder and flames, calling for wind and rain, and looking at each other.

Dong Nanyan raised his arm, and according to the method taught by Elder Du, he ran his true qi out of his heart, and suddenly a stream of clear water flowed out from his fingers, washing the sound of fish.

Elder Du glanced at He Yan blankly, what does it mean, there is no problem with the old man's teaching.

He Yan wiped a handful of Han with a smile, finally finished cutting the condiments, turned over and took out a large cauldron, which was cushioned with stone bricks underneath, and there were those dead branches that he picked up on the mountain in the morning.

Pour oil, put green onions, ginger and garlic, and do it in one go, He Yan stir-fried a few fish in the pot a few times, and when it was almost over, he asked Dong Yanyan to add water to the pot, and then covered the pot.

Temporarily changed his mind, He Yan, who was about to stew fish to eat, sat leisurely in front of the pot and fiddled with firewood, so that the flames were evenly distributed, Dong Yanyan moved the stool, and finally asked what he had been holding in his heart.

"Mr. He, why don't I feel like you're a cultivator?"

If he hadn't known that He Yan was indeed undoubtedly a great cultivator of the Yuanying Realm, Dong Yanyan would have thought that he was a native of this town.

He Yan threw the dead branch that was pulling firewood into the fire, and said with a smile: "Young Master, how do you think you can be called a cultivator?"

I didn't know what a cultivator was, I only knew the immortals, Dong Nanyan felt that the one who could fly was the immortal, and then inexplicably opened his mind and set foot on the Fallen Leaf Sect to practice, Dong Nanyan felt that there was no difference between cultivators and ordinary people, ordinary people would have grievances and hatreds, practitioners would also have grievances and hatreds, ordinary people would worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and practitioners would run around because of the amount of aura and treasures around them, is there really any difference?

Dong Nanyan blurted out: "A cultivator is a human being." ”

He Yanle said: "Young master, you scolded me for not being human?"